ASTA. [Sighing.] Poor Rita! And poor Alfred!
BORGHEIM. [Busied with the flag.] Have you the heart to leave them? I ask, because I see you are in travelling-dress.
ASTA. [In a low voice.] I must go.
BORGHEIM. Well, if you must, then—
ASTA. And you are going, too, to-night?
BORGHEIM. I must, too. I am going by the train. Are you going that way?
ASTA. No. I shall take the steamer.
BORGHEIM. [Glancing at her.] We each take our own way, then?
ASTA. Yes.
[She sits and looks on while he hoists the flag half-mast high. When he has done he goes up to her.]